Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.